Hoping to leave the war behind them, Marisa and Tana embarked on a simple life. But an exiled past is not an escaped one.

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No matter how many she plucked, each morning there were more. Clumps
of catweed which flung their nose-itching seedpods into the air at the
slightest touch. Mushrooms that withered by dusk, but bloomed anew each
dawn. Blades of serrated grass. She hardly felt the scrape of the grass
when she dragged it from the ground fistfuls at a time—but always with
her right. Her left rested in her lap or swayed uselessly at her side as
she worked.

Numb fingers were treacherous. Sticking herself with
stinging nettles, she wouldn’t realize until she saw the blood. In the
early dawn hours dew still clung to the weeds, and they’d slip through
the unfeeling fingers of her imperfect fist when she pulled. That
frustrated her more than anything.

It could take most of
the morning, tending to their little garden plot. Around when the summer
sun began to bear down on Marisa’s shoulders like a weight, and the
heat of the day truly began, Tana would rouse herself. She’d spring out
onto the cottage porch with a spin, a yawn, and a smile. Swinging a pail
for the ewes beside her, she’d chatter on about phantom bears heard in
the night or heading into town to receive another of the endless letters
from her brother, who had enough sense to remain a prince, not renounce
it all to quell the anxieties of a now un-soldier.

But it seemed
to suit Tana, this place. The work kept her strong, and the sun had
coaxed a yet more beautiful brown from her skin.

Afternoons
of pruning and plucking abused plants, for a handful of potatoes. It
wasn’t just the weeds, but the rodents and vermin that took whatever
they pleased. Some months floods. Some months drought. These things over
which control was meager. In her hand, Marisa rolled the
dirt-encrusted, craggy-skinned ball of a potato. For all that worry and
work, it was smaller than her thumb.

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